Nekros

As we stood atop at Cyber Hub,
Lost in thoughts of the estranged halves-
We could see bubbles of happiness floating all around.
Funny, how we both stood out,
Stark and grey-
With ashen expressions and frozen eyes.
The winter air,
Chilled us to the bone,
And strangely awakened
The deadened souls with it's comfort.
We began talking,
Of past present with no future in sight-
Most of it was bleak and oblique anyway.
But the strangeness of our connect,
Struck us then.
The cold waves and inertia,
Mixed with the dependence and reliance
As we knew our ways.
Two very different beings,
With no resonance tying needs-
Two disparate separate existences-
We remained afloat in our space,
Like empty islands-
Devoid of any life.
But maybe,
The solace of knowledge,
Given the number of years passed-
Gave us the mindless benefit.
Of staying and sticking by.
A ready shoulder to cry on-
We knew the frozen tears well.
Hearts' a mess,
We could sense the crack
And the beginning of decay not far ahead.
Yet quite thankful we both could be,
To that night,
As we sipped on our coffees,
To be nearby,
In the same city.
Never having dreamt of the current,
We had had a charted out life before,
But to see everything crumble,
We stumbled but stood upright.
Left without any choice,
As the estranged halves could call all shots-
And the ever giving Cancer-struck beings,
Could never rise up and negate.
The way ahead,
Could only be thorny,
As eyes could only envisage,
The stormy necrophiliac living.